Wednesday, April 7, 2010

notes to self, no note

i wish i could go on a never-ending
walk and smoke a million cigarettes
but i can hardly finish one. i'm
so far away from anybody i know &
there is no one here i'm ready to meet.

i can only collect so many leaves
even though they're all really pretty
my ledge is full of found things.
found to keep for colour. deep muscley
pink, greens like a yawn.